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           ThisallusionwastoomuchforEmmy,who,lookingtheMajoralmostfiercelyintheface,said,"Forshame,MajorDobbin!"andafterhavingfiredthisshot,shewalkedoutoftheroomwithamostmajesticairandshutherowndoorbrisklyonherselfandheroutrageddignity.

           "ToalludetoTHAT!"shesaid,whenthedoorwasclosed."Oh,itwascruelofhimtoremindmeofit,"andshelookedupatGeorge’spicture,whichhungthereasusual,withtheportraitoftheboyunderneath."Itwascruelofhim.IfIhadforgivenit,oughthetohavespoken?No.AnditisfromhisownlipsthatIknowhowwickedandgroundlessmyjealousywas;andthatyouwerepureoh,yes,youwerepure,mysaintinheaven!"

           Shepacedtheroom,tremblingandindignant.Shewentandleanedonthechestofdrawersoverwhichthepicturehung,andgazedandgazedatit.Itseyesseemedtolookdownonherwithareproachthatdeepenedasshelooked.Theearlydear,dearmemoriesofthatbriefprimeofloverushedbackuponher.Thewoundwhichyearshadscarcelycicatrizedbledafresh,andoh,howbitterly!Shecouldnotbearthereproachesofthehusbandtherebeforeher.Itcouldn’tbe.Never,never.

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